Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 417 Return to the Carriage

Agreed: No problem.

During the roll call of the 72-person audience, these four words only appeared twice.

"Agreed" already means basic agreement, and "maybe it is acceptable" is not a final statement. After all, the real winner will be determined on the Jade Sword Stage in the next two days.

Therefore, for many people, even if the Revision Committee agrees to give this position, they will still take the attitude of "it may be approved after discussion", because there is no benefit in making a final decision and it is completely unnecessary.

As Qu Xin said, these four words mean "no doubt".

——There is no doubt that the name "Pei Ye" should be ranked here, listed in the first column of the jade sword and golden painting.

When people laughed at the number 72, they never thought that these four words would end up at number one.

From Liuhetai to the entire Jiantai, the whole place was silent. The clear singing of the names was upright and powerful, without any guilty conscience, and the lingering sound still echoed in the sky.

When the name Qi Mengchen appeared in eighth place, some people had keenly discovered that a dark horse had emerged among the top eight. They looked at each other with smiles, looking forward to it with interest. Some knowledgeable people also proposed several names such as "Ji Zhuowu".

But when Zuo Sheng appeared in fifth place, they frowned in bewilderment, anger and confusion began to appear on the field, and the commotion spread like a tide. Many people thought that this was an inside story, that the court had forced their people in, and that this was a mockery of the sword selection meeting!

When the names of Su Xingke and Cui Zijie were called, the scene almost turned into an uncontrollable uproar, and even the calmest people frowned.

But when Xiang Zongyuan took second place, everything became quiet.

There is no such inside story.

If so, it would be the most ridiculous provocation.

Everyone listened in bewilderment as that extremely unfamiliar name so unquestionably topped the Sword Book list.

The compilation meeting consulted all the heroes and agreed that there was no problem. Shaolong Jiancai was only seventeen years old. His name was Pei Ye.

After an unimaginable silence, the most intense noise arose in the field, with astonishment, confusion, and more importantly, urgent questions that burst out in an instant.

On Liuhe Terrace, silence still enveloped the entire place.

Su Xingke stood in front of the railing with an expressionless face, and fingerprints were left on the wooden strips.

No one spoke. Two months ago, they knew who would be their opponent, because in the whole Shaolong, there were only a few people who stood at the same level as them. They came here two or three days ago with confidence, and they were still confronting each other until just now.

Because each of them is good enough, they are never afraid of face-to-face competition and will never bow to others.

However, this name is not even on Liuhetai.

Finally, Xiang Zongyuan regained his composure. He raised his hand and poured another cup of tea. On the other side, Nan Guannu spoke softly, but there was no smile on his face anymore: "Does anyone recognize this leader?"

No one spoke, and several people didn't even turn their heads. Bai Fei shook his head blankly.

Yan Bingjian took a sip of wine and said, "I don't know his sect, where he came from, or who his master was. I don't even know if he's a man or a woman."

Bai Fei was surprised: "Could it be a girl?"

Qi Mengchen was silent for a moment: "'Looking back, the matter has been decided, please look at the heroes'. This is not the verdict of the sword at all."

Xiang Zongyuan lowered his eyes and poured tea, saying: "Since the compilation meeting is 'safe', then this Pei Ye must have a place that is 'safe' enough. I am looking forward to hearing the legend of this mysterious young man in the next two days."

At this moment, the clear voice once again spread throughout the audience: "The above are the seventy-two sword talents recorded in the 'Shaolong Sword Dao Golden Book'. The names are the order you decided when you entered the Jade Sword Stage to compile the book, and they will also be the basis for compiling the book tomorrow."

"Tomorrow at noon, all the talented people are invited to the Jade Sword Stage to practice the Golden Book together for two days. The specific details and invitation letters have been distributed to your accommodation. In addition: Master Pei Ye is seriously injured and will go to the Jade Sword Stage to test his sword before the book is completed the day after tomorrow to determine the top three places."

"Thank you all for joining me in this great event. Now that I know that Shao Longlin has made his way to Fengxiang, the prosperity of the sword art is just around the corner."

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Amidst the uproar like the tide of the sea, Liuhetai fell into silence again. Cui Zijie suddenly smiled coldly: "So, we in Shaolong also have a 'true unicorn'? - Liusheng?" No one answered, so he picked up his sword and went downstairs.

Su Xingke still stood expressionlessly by the railing, muttering in a low voice: "Seventeen."

It is now the hour of You in the day, and the sun is setting in the west. Every hour from now on, countless people will try their best to search for the reputation and deeds of this seventeen-year-old boy, and then touch the high walls of some mysterious taboos in the seemingly plausible news.

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Pei Ye is a complete fool.

The two syllables of "Pei Ye" were so loud, and the two ink characters were so clear. He turned his head blankly, and Qu Xin was also looking at him and said calmly: "Congratulations."

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Pei Ye turned back and realized that all this was happening in real life.

He remembered Lord Sui saying, "I want people to recognize you first," and he also remembered Cheng Yuanqi's warning just now, "You may be killed tomorrow," but he never thought that it would be in this way.

He thought he could take advantage of the sword selection meeting, show up, make friends with everyone, and learn sword skills. Naturally, he would recognize them.

Because the sword selection meeting had nothing to do with him from beginning to end.

This was a major event that the Shaolong government and the entire martial arts world had been preparing for for two months. Countless people from the martial arts world flocked to the city to watch the ceremony. It also had the most stringent selection and regulations. Great sword sects like Mingzhu Waterside and Luoying Mountain wanted to meet with Cheng Yuanqi, perhaps just to ask some questions, but they were all sternly rejected.

Now, this huge and complicated event has finally come to an end after two months, and then Lord Sui said, "Of course you are first."

It turns out that this is the real name of Shaolong.

Pei Ye turned around in the midst of indescribable surges, only to see a white-bearded, stern-faced old man standing behind him. It was Gao Feigong who had accompanied him all the way from Kongtong.

Pei Ye quickly stood up: "Commander Gao, why are you here?"

Gao Feigong smiled slightly: "I have been secretly protecting Master Pei as entrusted by the governor."

".ah!"

"I just received a message from the governor. He will meet you at the medical building at midnight." Gao Feigong had a soft silk cloak on his hand. "The roll call has been completed. If you want to return now, we will set off now."

Pei Ye did not leave the pavilion, but went down the Zhijian Tower directly from the specially reserved corridor stairs. When he stepped out of the door, he could hear the mixed voices of people coming and going, as expected.

".Yeah, who knows? I've never heard of it."

"Only seventeen."

"I'm so itchy, but I don't know who this person is."

".I don't believe he is better than Cui, Xiang and Su! Have you seen his sword? How can a cunning Liusheng be number one!"

".Quick, quick, go to Du Wu Niang to see if there is any news about this young genius. I will buy him for five taels of silver!"

Pei Ye raised his hand to pull down his hood, but suddenly his eyes shifted, and he was slightly startled to see the group of people from Feiyan Sword Sect leaning under the eaves next to the building.

The girl named Zixin was obviously injured in the previous competition. She sat on the ground with a bandage on her left arm and red eyes. The others gave her the only shade.

Ren Zixin obviously did not expect that someone would come out of this solid and restrained little door. She raised her head and was slightly surprised to see the young man sitting cross-legged on the stool under the teahouse.

Bai Pu's clothes and boots were gone, and next to him was another cool and beautiful girl, and behind him followed an old man with a white beard who was as majestic as a mountain. The golden sun shone on the angles of the young man's jaw, he nodded once, and then turned to walk towards the handsome carriage.

The soft cloak fluttered in the wind, and Ren Zixin was stunned to recognize this material that he had not dared to ask his father for, [Jiao Xi], which was only produced five meters a day, and one foot cost twenty taels of silver.

(End of this chapter)